CC: Would be serious if I could get some juice or sommat. *is lying against a trashcan, stubble evident on his normally clean-shaven face as he faces the cold night with a sigh. A Tuna can was open before him for change, of which there was conspicuously little of*

Isolde: *pokes her head around the corner at hearing a voice coming down from this direction* Hmm... well I believe there are a few places closer by that one could get some. works better with a partner though, one to distract and the other to run inside and grab some.

CC: *waves off the idea of working for it at this point - his stomach craved sustenance and liked to cramp up if he did "work" while it was empty. His half-awake/chilled/hungered state did not let him register fully that a rather pretty woman was speaking to him - or that her idea wasn't hard to accomplish* 'Bout to eat one of those coins whole . . . Hey. Heeeey. I'll pay you if you can find me a place to stay.

Isolde: *arches her brow a little and looks down at him while her tail began to twitch some from side to side* There is a place that I've been staying at for awhile not to far from here. Plenty of food that the humans just throw away too, so you may find something there if your not picky about it.

CC: Not in the /least/ picky. *rough laugh* Beggars can't be choosers, right? *mutters* "He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; he seats them with princes and has them inherit a throne of honor . . ." Riiiight. *pushes himself up shakily with his gunblade, the man's disheveled appearance thrown into the streetlight further now that he wasn't in the shadow of the trashcan - tie askew, patchwork coat stiff in the cold, even normally shined silver shoes sporting dirt. He leans to grab the coins from the tuna can* Well, I'm game, Boobie Jesus. Lead the way.

Isolde: *nods her head a little, giving him a once over to see if he was hurt anywhere visible* It gets a bit thin during the week, but the weekends are better after they order take out... so it just depends. But your more than welcome to stay until you can get back on your feet if you need. Plenty of room for one more. *smiles a little*

CC: *He wasn't particularly hurt in any area, though he did have a sort of pallor from being consistently cold, and he shivered frequently as they walked* Sounds like paradise to me. Where's th-this place at anyway? *. . . Hey wait. Pretty girl. Pretty girl smiley. SMILEY. What the hell was he doing off his game for?! He shook his head quickly* You know, if I like the place I think I'll just s-stay if you please.

Isolde: It's in the basement of a really big apartment building, but some call it a mansion. Either way, it is a nice place to settle down for awhile in, I've been debating sticking around there myself. *offers him her arm if he needs some help, since he appears to be weak from the cold and hunger.* Oh feel free to stick around if you want... I don't run the place, but it doesn't seem to have a leader there. We just come and go as we please for now and everyone shares what food comes down there from the apartments above.

CC: We? Who's w- *And then he heard the magical word: "mansion". He stumbled slightly and did end up taking ahold of her arm to keep from collapsing under weak knees - sadly the shock of the opportunity to live in a rich human's home blinded him from the very brief opportunity he had to cop a feel; and this was saying something about the white cat's condition for him to neglect such a chance* ...Oh man. Oh man/sion/. I don't . . . you serious . . .?

Isolde: Who is we? Umm.. well there is me, and 2 others that have lived there since before I came in but they come and go as they please, sometimes not seen for weeks. *She moved her arm a bit so it was firmly under his arms for more support* Well they just call it a mansion, but it's about as close as one can get in this area honestly. So.. I guess I'm serious then...? *feeling quite confused by his sudden spike in interest, though for the time being is just chalking it up to the lack of food.*

CC: *Mansion. Pretty girl. /Mansion/. /Pretty girl/. /Mostly alone with pretty girl in mansion . . . basement/. Okay that part would be fixed later, but still a pretty sweet deal. He managed a boyish grin* Alright, Big Guy, I give. Pretty nice angel you sent me here. *Plus it was suddenly not so cold under that firm grasp of hers . . . The walk could take an hour for all he cared* So who're the other two, just so I'm on the same page.

Isolde: Their names are Kieran and Percy... but other than just some idle chatter at meals or when they decided to stay around for more than a few days, I don't know much about them. They seem nice enough though and nothing seemed to be off about them. *double checks to make sure he is steady before starting to slowly walk back towards home, taking it slow so he can keep up*

CC: Hmm . . . Nope, never heard of them. *But oh well, a name was a name. If he got in more people's good favor, then all the better for him, right?* Speakin' of names, might I have yours? |3 I'd hate to have to call you something like "Hey, lady!". Unless you like Boobie Jesus. I'm totally cool with Boobie Jesus. Just sayin'. Oh, did you know you have a tattoo there on your shoulder? Boss~ *His mind was . . . not quite altogether yet*

Isolde: *was a little taken back that it seemed he was going to call her that if she didn't give him a name. Not because she had a reason not to give him hers, just that it was an odd name to go with.* I'm Isolde, so 'Boobie Jesus' or 'Hey lady' isn't needed, trust me. And yes, the tattoo has been there for quite a long time, pretty sure i was awake for it even. *Laughing a little and giving a small shake of her head but still just keeping a slow steady pace. This one was going to be a handful... but at least it didn't seem as if things would be boring.*

CC: Isolde, eh? Pretty name for a pretty woman. I might use Boobie Jesus anyway, my little savior you. *grins* Going out all daring like that in the cold with the skirt and the . . . the tank top with bra straps or whatever. You want my coat? Yeah I know it doesn't look like much, but better than bare skin? *Not true at all. Nothing beat bare skin. Mmm . . .But CC was trying not to weird out his newest best friend ever too soon, not with this chance at a meal and some food to add on the side*

Isolde: Thank you for the offer, but I'm just fine. Before I moved into the area, I was living in a place over-seas where it got quite cold at times. So the short trip back won't do too much to me. *Touched by the offer, but since a coat was usually the last thing on her mind, it didn't seem important at the time* I'll grab a cup of tea or something when we get home to warm me up if I need something.

CC: Sheesh, you only need tea? I need, like . . . a space heater, several blankets, h-hot cocoa, socks, and several layers on, man. *sigh* What are you, Wonder Woman? And if so, can I see you in your uniform; hottest thing ever created by American hands. That'd warm me up. |D

Isolde; Well just for the short trip I was going to make tonight, sure. If it was any longer I'd have taken some kind of jacket, but it usually doesn't take me long to warm back up. *Though her cheeks flushed a little bit at his last comments, not quite sure what to make of it honestly.* Just grew up in cold weather is all, really. Nothing special about me otherwise.

CC: Doubt it~ *He knew he'd made a mark at the sight of the pink tinge in her cheeks; aaaah, this was going to be fun* So, how far to this mansion, Isolde? And how much for the fare? I have, oh . . . Christ, I can't tell one yen from the other. You could take it all I guess, buy you some of that tea. Or coffee. *dreamy face* Oh, coffee, I miss thee so . . .

Isolde: Oh it's not much farther now.. if you look off to the left and up a little bit, you can see the top of the building. Maybe another half a block at the most. Don't worry about giving me money or anything of the kind right now, alright? I'm really not worried about it, and there is more than plenty of room and food there that it isn't going to make anyone else go hungry from helping someone out. *her ears seemed to perk up a little at the mention of coffee, figuring if it was something he liked and would make him more comfortable, it might be easy to find.* There is a cafe around the corner from the apartment building... if you want once your feeling better, we could head over and see if they have any coffee there.

CC: Did I mention paradise yet? I think I did. I'll mention it again: /yes/. *makes a stiff but enthused fist pump before cradling his arm back to his body for heat. Indeed now he could see the rooftop from a distance, the size of it making him giddy. Never had he been able to live in a place with so much /space/* You sure about that? Never been in a place where I didn't have to pay rent somehow. *Like he was expecting to have to earn his living there, rather than just accept the woman's kindness*

Isolde: I wouldn't say paradise, but it is quite nice. *Becoming more than a little curious as to where he'd been lurking around, though knew first hand how hard it could be out there if you didn't have a decent place to bunk down or get lucky with meals.* How about we work it like this then? You get to feeling better and back on your feet, then we'll worry about any kind of payment. I don't do much around the place when the other two are there besides help keep out trouble makers and go out to look for some food when things get thin. If it really bothers you that much, something can be worked out later.

CC: Bother me? Naaaah. Pick up a hobo from the street, you can't get anything but praises out of him I say. Maybe more if you ask. *wink* Mom raised me to be a good boy, honest~ Even if this good boy's got bad luck. *He couldn't quite feel the pocketed hand anymore, the one not currently attached to the arm currently looped about Isolde's - but still supposedly attached /to/ an arm. Boy, numbness actually could be felt!* Although hell, I'd say this is already making me healthier, arm in arm with an angel~

Isolde: My mom always taught me to help out others when they needed it, but not to get walked on just for being nice. Besides, everyone can use a bit of good luck now and again... but I can promise you I'm no angel. *shivering a little, she was starting to feel the cold some herself, despite having another body so close to her. Thank goodness she'd spotted the entrance to the basement close by.* Here we go, right through this door and then we'll be in out of the weather. *sighing with relief while pulling the door open with her free hand, proping her foot against to help him inside and keep it open.*

CC: Trust the hobo with all the white winged motiffed-clothes who knows nothing about you beyond a name and a bright smile: angel. *cracks a grin and immediately wishes he hadn't, as it causes his chapped lips to . . . well, crack a little; he winces, more then relieved when she opens the basement door. He springs inside with a small stumble as a landing, finding the wall to keep himself orientated until they could get some lights on* Here I'd make some sort of clever reference to a descent in hell, but that'd just ruin the chain of compliments I've been giving. Plus I don't feel like getting booted out into the cold.

Isolde: Alright, alright I won't argue with you if you insist on me being an angel. Still don't see it, but that is the last I will bring it up, promise. Lets just get you inside here and wrapped up in a few blankets while i go and look for something warm for you to eat or heat up if need be. *smiling a little back over at him and keeping a close eye on him as they headed inside. her arm reflexively tightening around him as he stumbled, thankful that it wasn't anything worse than that.* No worries about that,I'll just store it all up for later so i can get you back. *laughing a little and hoping that he got she was just teasing, though her mind was telling her that she was in for a handful with this one. Moving her foot, the door closed behind them, leaving her to help him inside and settle in for the night...*